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The shadows grow thick indeed, taking on an aspect similar to heavy fog and rendering sight all but useless. ~ He thinks me blinded, and he is right. He assumes that this darkness conceals him, and in that he is more wrong than he realizes. ~ To move, even the Modding Mage must brush against the air, and to live, he must breathe. Should Cyril need its power the dark bladed axe, the one called nightsong, may well allow his eyes to pierce this shrouding darkness but such power is better kept in reserve to be made use of in the exertions of battle and is best not used when other senses may suffice. He remains still for a moment aware that the One Who Mods will easily see his movements. Despite the damage he has done to the Mage, the advantage in power lies firmly in Larry’s hands. ~ The Mage’s expectations must be used against him, he must be made to doubt the power he relies upon.
Returning the stormreaver to its place over his shoulder, he steps forward in the groping manner of one attempting to feel his way through the darkness. He listens as he walks for the change in the Mage’s breathing and the signs of movement that will signal an attack. His groping hand will then take from his belt the axe that is so well balanced for throwing and he will meet the movement of the Mage with a sudden violence of his own.
ooc: If possible, he will hurl the axe at his opponent's knee. If not, he will simply take his best shot.
[ 05-12-2002, 11:39 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]
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